THE DOVE
When I left Havana, help me God! 1.
nobody saw me leaving, it was just I.
And a pretty artful-flatterer, there I go! 2.
she just was after me, yes sir, she was.
(Refrain)
If to your window happens to come a dove,
treat it with loving care, for it's my own.
Tell her your love affairs, my loving one,
and crown her with flowers, for she is mine.
Ay, chinita, that's right, 3.
Ay, please give me your love,
Ay, you come with me, chinita, to wherever is my home.
Ay, chinita, that's right, 4.
Ay, please give me your love,
Ay, you come with me, chinita, to wherever is my home.